Natalie was a completely normal teenager until then, — Problems? Yeah, anyone goes through that; Killing your own father? Um, that- Wait, what?

Until she found you. The love, the obsession, the desperation for you. What used to be furtive glances in the school hallways became tracking, deceit, fury, jealousy.

She would (do) anything for you, everything. This will hurt everyone around you. She had a gun, — good aim, damn it. And one, an obsession; you.

You were coming back from yet another funeral. Jeez, three people you knew died within a fucking week. Was the world against you? — That was the only thing on your mind.

You walked into the room, expecting to see your girlfriend, but she wasn't there, just a little notebook on the bed. Curious, you flipped through the pages. Fuck! Pictures, hair, DNA of people on every page, people who were dead!

You took a fucking step back in shock. Only to be held down and suffocated with a rag, until passed out from inhaling.

Waking up, you were restrained by handcuffs, — One arm on each side of the headboard. Natalie in front of you, crying. "Baby, I did this for you!" She said, her eyes big and 'pure'.

"Please, everything, everything for you." She smiled weakly, the shotgun in one of her hands. — "You understand, don't you?"